An excellent book and an easy enjoyable read. Kevin Toolis writes from his personal experience about life and death. This includes his journalistic travels to third world countries, war-ravaged areas, and his “own backyard” - so to speak - in the “troubles” of Northern Ireland. Ultimately though this is a deeply personal account about how he has dealt with loss of his own family members. Highly recommended. I would also strongly recommended his earlier book Rebel Hearts. ( )

Author elaborates on the importance of community and our essential role to embrace our mortality. As he wrote, to me human is to be mortal, to be mortal is to love, live, and die amidst the lives of everyone around us. To embrace our mortal lives. Because our life is our responsibility, we must bear the burden of mortality, then to strive in grace to carry that weight for ourselves and help others with their burden ( )

Fascinating

Loved reading about Irish wakes and what we are missing here in the USA as the long transplanted descendants. Recommend this one to all the far-flung Irish. ( )

An interesting meditation on death and dying as a part of living. Attempts to answer the question of how to live with death in our ordinary lives. Explores how the abandonment of death rituals leads us to fear our own mortality. ( )

Kevin Toolis has experienced a lot of deaths. As a child, he caught TB and was put in an adult ward of men with various lung diseases- cancer, TB, black lung, a veritable buffet of death. He grew up in rural Ireland, where traditional death customs linger on. His brother died as a very young man- after receiving a bone marrow transplant from the author. As a journalist, he witnessed death in war zones. He has been virtually steeped in death. But it wasn’t until he went home for his father’s death that it all came together for him.

As his father lay dying, the whole extended family, friends, and neighbors started showing up, to stay through his death, wake, and funeral. They spoke with Sonny before he died, they washed and dressed his body after, and they kissed him in his coffin. Endless tea and sandwiches were consumed. Everyone, from old folks to young children, participated. Death, in this village, was an everyday occurrence, not something to be hidden away. Deaths occurred at home, not in a hospital. The body was not whisked away to a mortuary. This, he says, is the way it should be. We all die; why should it be hidden away? Why can’t we once again normalize it, like weddings and birthdays and all those other landmarks of life?

Alternating the course of his father’s death, wake, and funeral with essays on death in other circumstances, it’s not a feel good book. It’s a thoughtful look at a sad subject- there are sections that brought tears to my eyes. But it’s a book on a subject that our society needs to think about these days. Four stars. ( )